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Hello!I haven't got anything fresh to share, but here's a bit from a work-in-progress about a Princess. Have a nice day! Comments and shares are greatly appreciated!​-Little Lion

I turn to the dining hall before I change my mind, and straighten my already poised posture before walking through to the table. I find a seat next to Lady Galiana, who is on mother's right. Father is sitting to her left, at the middle of the table. Lord Hale is on his left. Both pairs are deep in conversation, enjoying themselves immensely, even though there is still a half hour left until dinner. In the next thirty minutes, the rest of the courtiers find their seats amongst the tables below the dais, and I strike up a conversation with another visiting Lady, Lady Camilla Kendred. She's a lively blond, five years older than I, and I quite enjoy her company. Perhaps I can arrange to spend some more time with her instead of Trantel, before she leaves in little less than a week. I tell her all about my day with Trantel, while she tells me about her day visiting with other ladies visiting us. She catches me up on the castle's gossip, not like I couldn't get it from my maids, but it's much more enjoyable to talk with Lady Camilla. Prince Trantel and his retinue come in with a loud burst of sound, and, finding no seat open for him at the head table, seemingly pushes the courtiers out of the table nearest to the dais. He locks gazes with me, and a smug look comes to his face. In that moment, I was never happier that fate chose Lady Camilla to sit next to me. She notices Trantel looking up at me, and she immediately waves one of the servants over. "I'd like you to purposely spill something on Prince Trantel-" she discreetly points out the Prince to the man, and she looks over at me, "if that's all right with Her Highness, of course." I smile joyfully at her, and she laughs. "I remembered how horrible he was to you, Aurora, and I'd like to get revenge for that nasty look he gave you. As a Prince, and, as a guest of this castle, he should be much more courteous towards you." I turn to the servant, still waiting for my permission. "Be sure to make it something hot, Horace." He smiles. "Yes, Your Highness." After that, Lady Camilla and I keep an eye out for Horace. We constantly talk, only interrupted by the changing courses. When the soup course is in the process of being served, Horace pretends to trip over one of the dogs milling about underfoot, and he upends a tureen of steaming hot soup all over Trantel's tunic and trousers. We watch as Horace pretends to apologize, his motions small and bumbling, gesturing with the now-empty soup tureen. Trantel fairly shouts about the service before storming out. Horace turns to us, holding the empty tureen, and bows to us, a huge smile visible on his face. My sides are aching from holding in laughter. Lady Camilla and I can barely keep from spitting our own soup out when we look at each other out of the corners of our eyes. "That was brilliantly executed, was it not?" She laughs, finally giving in as we reach the last course of the night. I let my laughter go, laughing until my throat hurts and I can't breathe. Mother gives me a look as she leans forward, halting her conversation with Lady Galiana for a moment to do so, but the one Camilla gives me in return as I breathlessly stop negates Mother's.

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